Heartstrings on Fire

“Agnes, don’t give me that sass,” Jared retorted, his voice a low growl. “Even if you don’t tell me, I can find out what kind of joint Eden Nights is. Do you really think it’s a place for you to be?”

“If you can be here, then why can’t I?” she shot back, her voice cold as ice. “If you’re so eager to know why I am here, then why don’t you start by telling me why you’re here?”

She was lying if she claimed she didn’t care. Deep down in her head, a voice was incessantly screaming, ‘Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask… but she couldn’t help herself

Jared stared at her, lips firmly pressed together, silent for what seemed like an eternity.

Agnes smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “See? You can’t answer that, can you? You’re no saint yourself, Jared. So why are you judging me with these high and mighty standards? Besides, I’m just your ex–wife, aren’t I? Even if I am a barmaid here, it’s my life and my choice. It doesn’t affect anyone else, let alone you.”

She knew what Jared was thinking, so she voiced his suspicions. His reaction was explosive.

not even pretending anymore? Was

about how she appeared in his eyes, or

spat out, “I don’t

working in a place like this? Let me be, Jared. Whatever I

was angry, too. More than her anger at Jared’s suspicions, she was furious with him for being here in the first place. And he wouldn’t even explain

So, they were even.

longer trusted each other, being friends was a

to mention having any lingering

even if Alyssa wasn’t the one who caused her mother’s death the chasm between them, built

they’d met, the experiences they’d had, they’d formed a vast abyss between the two

could they suddenly bridge that gap and smooth the